“You have a perfect future ahead of
you,”
she told me, “forget about me.”
That was two years ago,
yet her words still haunt me.
When I met her,
I believed in that perfect future.
I would finish my novel
and publish an instant bestseller.
I would fall in love,
we'd move in together,
have children, a family,
and build ourselves a home.
It would be tranquil,
my only concerns our weekend plans,
cleaning the eavestroughs,
and our daughter's first heartbreak.
I would grow old with her,
watch as our children became adults,
build their own homes,
and bring their children to visit.
I thought I had that ahead of me,
that perfect peaceful future,
but now I know the truth
that none of this may come to pass.
I wish I could have told her what I've
learned,
that my future is engulfed in flame,
in the tempest, the fight for our
world,
and I would like someone to burn with.
-Zero
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